STAR BORN by Stephen Sonneveld.pdf
I’d like to think I’m worth more than that.
The organisms that brought about our mother’s rest were my sister and I, if only
indirectly. Conditions become cramped when the rover is transformed into a space boat.
That small cockpit was our birthing nest. My twin and I blossomed out from our mother
and into the weightless heavens. My first memory of life was looking out the window at
the universe and reaching to grab a star.
Their bliss of colonizing a new Urth had begun in earnest! But space only held promise,
not promises, for my parents.
There were conflicting schools of thought among their scientific peers. The prevailing
theory was that the closer you travel to the origin site of the Big Bang, the more chances
for habitable worlds you will find. Those planets would possess the purest, raw,
unadulterated stuff perfect for world building.
Father told me he and mother were among the minority who felt that more inhabitable
planets, perhaps those even ready to become inhabited, would be found further from
the blast site, due to the fact that the further the particles traveled, the more friction was
created, the more materials were collected – the more chances to combust and collect
My parents rocketed away from dying Urth with samples of every life form. They would
find a world and plant a garden. What a beautiful Urth they would make.
But our mother’s breast milk had become infected. The balms they had, the treatments
they knew, it wasn’t enough.
Aja Fujimara is buried on a moon, but not the moon that looks down on you, father. We
have come very far from that.